DEATH POEMS

A Medieval morality play famously says: "Ahhh, Death. Thou comest when I had thee least in mind." I don't know that I ever set out to write a poem about death. But I often swerve into it.




ONE DAY

Death will one day
hold you in his arms
and sweetly kiss you;
death will know how
you like to be loved:

stroll now in the mind
of God, cartwheel
across the diamonded
sky, say hello to
hell and back, skin
your knee on a
vanishing dream,
bite down hard
on forever,
soar like song
through the sunset
of the world




BIG D #4

however,
in the end
we fall apart

we depart the province
of desire

winter comes to our
minds

the clock stops





PUTTING ON HEIRS

In the end we fly apart
into molecules,
the smart mingling
with the fools.

We drift about in the
atmosphere,
disintegration our
whole career.

Only so much majestic mist
and soulful smoke--
nobody knows a
better joke.

You'll be an eternal part
of every breeze,
every speech, every lie,
every sneeze.

Ah, the infinite joy of
a life outdoors--
on the wings of airy
forevermores.

--

©Bruce Deitrick Price 2011